It's snowing again in the North. The moment I looked through the mist outside the window, I happened to see you smiling at me against the warm winter sun. Still wearing that familiar long white dress, with waist-length hair draped behind your ears, the sun shone impartially on your gentle face, and you took advantage of the sun's inattention to call my name softly at the moment the snow fell. "Ayan, winter is here again. The snow in the North is as beautiful as before. The snow I saw with you has never changed. Skip the wooden house covered with white snow and fall with the wind on the altar in the center of the town. Ayan, it's time to go home."
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